Call you for what?
"Ehmm, Erik? Yeah, it's me the Scotsman. What's that? Oh no, the poison ivy rash cleared up in a jiffy. I think she's going to have to deal with it a little longer though. The skin's more sensitive down there apparently. Anyway, how’s the wife and kids? Is that beeatch still saying they’re yours? Yeah, we know better than that though don’t we. I mean, the dope took care of the testosterone long ago eh? So, anyway, there’s this super hot Euro chick at the rock here, and I was wondering since I’m such a loser, if you wouldn’t mind coming out to exit 38, and impress her on my behalf. Bring a full rack and a keg. We’ll have you lead trad on a bolted 5.9 next to her. I’ll sit at the bottom and tap the keg. That should do it eh? Did I forget anything? Oh, what’s that? The vital stats? Well, let’s just say that she’s at least 50 times better than anything I ‘ve seen you hit on at pub club unsuccessfully. No worries mate. See you in a bit.”
and no the rash has not healed!